10:41 pm - June 20, 2004
It's late.
Electric pinball love beats fierce in my chest...
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What is this madness you bring
I laugh, I cry
a life so absurd
I hate you, I love you
Crazy for you
I wait, knowing
that you don't know
angry because you do not
hopeless
I can't even tell you
that my arms
swing loosely
from their lack of you
My heart empty to bursting
wishing you knew
loved me too
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I see you, love
Though miles and miles separate us
I feel your kiss upon my shoulder
and safe once again
I drift away
Into the cold night I send
my thanks
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So, I found these last two in someone's diary and they seemed appropriate. I'm not sure who wrote them, but I like them. The first bit's mine.
The thing about diary surfing is that viewing bits of other people's lives helps distract from one's own worries. There's something on my mind. I'm not ready to write it yet, because writing it might make it true. But I'm not ready. Definately unprepared for this kind of miracle. Wish me luck.
Signed, The queen of oblique references.
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